"Damn it."
Li Hengsheng cursed. The Blood Butterfly had already drawn in many from the Ghost Race. Previously, they hadn't dared to approach because Zhao Juezong was there, but now that he was gone, the Ghost Race sensed the aura of the Ghost Lord's blood from the Blood Butterfly and flocked over.
Lu Shiran was seriously injured, and he himself had also been badly hurt. Although his physique was strong and had healed somewhat, facing so many from the Ghost Race was still very dangerous!
"We might die here." Li Hengsheng listened to the sounds, fearing there may be even more ghosts than he had attracted before.
Upon hearing this, Lu Shiran fell silent for a moment, then naively lifted her head to look at Li Hengsheng and said, "I heard my master say this is called dying for love, right?"
"Love, my foot! You stupid woman!" Li Hengsheng cursed.
